Waxes Taxes
We dread this time of the year
We are absolutely sure
When we file our taxes
Sam will surely wax us
Greed of Uncle Sam is clear
Stopping off from work to drink a beer
Not an option is totally clear
Senators' raises
Citizens' gazes
So much as a beer can’t buy this year
Economy in quite a mess
Intellectuals must confess
We’re slowly slipping
Mortgages flipping
Armageddon is the conquest!
For and in honor of Carolyn Devonshire
And Contest
Copyright © John Freeman | Year Posted 2011
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